Chen Lin opened his eyes and exhaled a breath of stale air. His injuries had healed, and his cultivation had naturally advanced to the next level.
But he did not get up.
With this level of cultivation, he was not even qualified to serve as high-grade cannon fodder in the meat grinder of the Myriad Worlds Battlefield.
"Immortal Spirit Diagram." Chen Lin turned his wrist, and an ancient scroll floated in midair. This was the trump card the Space-Time God had sent him.
The scroll unfurled. Phantoms of a hundred thousand supreme-grade immortal crystal veins flickered within it, radiating suffocating fluctuations of origin essence.
"Extract!"
Chen Lin gave a low shout. Three thousand supreme-grade immortal crystal veins were forcibly drawn out and made tangible. Like three thousand dazzling dragons, they coiled within the inner world, which spanned ten miles.
Immortal energy so dense it had liquefied instantly flooded the entire Cangyuan Hall.
"Yun Sheng, Qiu Ya, absorb as much as you can," Chen Lin transmitted.
Then he closed his eyes and silently recited the mantra of the Nine-Turn Profound Origin Art.
The authentic Pangu cultivation method bestowed by the Primordial Heavenly Venerable was finally about to reveal its true power in this isolated, dilapidated world.
Time meant nothing in cultivation.
Inside Cangyuan Hall, fifty thousand years passed in the blink of an eye.
The three thousand supreme-grade immortal crystal veins were exhausted. Without a change in expression, Chen Lin extracted another thirty thousand.
The entire inner world had practically become an ocean of immortal crystal origin essence.
Chen Lin's body underwent repeated cycles of reconstruction and tearing apart.
At the second turn of the Nine-Turn Profound Origin Art, his physical body rivaled that of a mystic immortal.
At the third turn, his physical body rivaled that of a golden immortal.